Stranger

A Scare

Don't kiss the girl with dead eyes if you have no intention of filling them with light you cannot bring me back to life just to kill me when you leave.

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Our warm breaths barely mingle. Lightly swirling in a world wind of alcohol and mint. It was so intoxicating, I wanted more. I want more of this feeling that was slowly increasing. The feeling in my stomach that was something I couldn't describe. It was something I have never felt. I took a great liking of this feeling. I want it to last forever.

It was so hypnotizing.

I look up to his misty crystal blue with hazel fading in, eyes and wonder, wonder how someone could be so beautiful. It was weird. They were dragging me deeper than I planned. I barely knew the kid and he had my undivided attention. He had me before I knew what was going on. He was perfect in his own little way and I wanted to know all of him. Inside out, I wanted him to know me. I wanted to spill my all to him and I don't even know if I could trust him. Something about him warmed my insides but gave off a cold feeling, something I couldn't greatly express but I was curious about it.

I took a glance at his perfectly messy, swirls of brown hair. I wanted to run my hands through it and lightly pull at it. I wanted to play with it and tell him how much I loved his hair. I wanted to lay down, ready to fall asleep, with him next to me, and just play with it. I wanted to go to a park on a windy fall day and watch his hair sway in the wind.

I look back at his lips. They were something I couldn't resist. They were a plump pink that were not too full, nor too small for my liking. If anything, they were perfect to me.

I inch closer to the misunderstood boy that I will have unknown thoughts and feelings for. Something about him makes me know I'm going to fall for him but for something I have made up in my head, something he's not. I often do that though. I make something up about a person, something I want to see in them, but it's not there because it's all in my mind. I sketch out the perfect person and they end up being the opposite of what I truly thought.

His rough hands grab my waist and pull me closer to him. He takes one hand off my waist and grabs a loose strand of hair and twirls it between his fingers. I look at his fingers as they do so and see how big his hands are. They look like they could swallow mine but they seem comforting. Like, on a cold fall day, those ones you wear oversized sweaters and go on a walk with someone and they notice you're cold, so they grab your hand and pull you closer to them. Or when you're asleep and cuddling, they rest their hand on your waist to know you're still there, by their side. Like, when you go to the pumpkin patch and you drag them to the best pumpkin and they hold on as you run to that pumpkin. When you go shopping and they hold your hand to show others you're theirs.

I look up and our noses brush. His eyes twinkle as he looks into my dead turquoise eyes. "You're so beautiful," he lightly whispers. 'Don't let him get to you, Megan. It's going to end up like it always does. Don't let sweet nothing's get to you. He's just a jerk like any other guy. You know how it's going to end, you dumb girl,' my mind growls at me. Of course I wouldn't listen.

I close my eyes and tip my head up. Our lips barely touch and I feel something I've never felt before. I push my lips harder on his and move as close as possible to him. It was like a hard peck, not knowing what to do. I pull back and look at him. He pushes me into the wall and kisses me just as hard as I did before but moves his lips. I try moving mine the best I could and put my hand on his neck. He pushes his body hard against mine and squishes my body between his and the wall. I pull away and keep my eyes closed. Words couldn't explain how much that one kiss made me feel. It made me feel wanted for once.